"Wait stop! it hurts! It hurts!"

"Polly babe, the needle hasn't even touched your skin yet." Ethan's soothing voice was heard besides her while the sound of a subtle buzzing filled the room.

"O-okay, I think... I think I'm ready..." Polly breathed out.

"Wow that's a big big needle." Harry commented from the side.

"Shut up." Polly snapped at him.

"Don't sweat it, look, Ron is getting a tattoo right besides you and hers is right on her pelvis." Ethan pointed out.

"But she's taking a nap while she's getting it!" Polly whisper yelled, squeezing my hand that was in her sweaty one for moral support as I stirred slightly, feeling the other tattoo artist run the needle across my skin as I slowly awoke from all the noise.

I lifted my arm from over my eyes, lazily blinking at Polly's worried expression as she kept her gaze trained on the needle near her wrist, lip caught between her teeth before I squeezed her hand.

"It doesn't hurt that bad." I comforted her as my tattoo was finished, the guy giving my slightly red skin one last swipe of the alcohol wipe in his gloved hand before I sat myself up, Polly's clammy hand still clutching mine as she looked at my new ink work with wide, impressed eyes.

She closed her eyes, long lashes fluttering before she slowly inhaled to collect herself.

"Alright, I can do this. I'm ready Ethan." Polly opened her doe eyes with determination, puffing her cheeks in anticipation before letting her hand slip away from mine, giving me a slight nod that she was okay as Ethan turned his attention back to her wrist while I checked out my new tat.

Harry appeared at my side, flipping through a tattered leather book of different tattoo designs before sending me a brief glance.

"Put a shirt on, no one wants to see any of that." He snorted, nudging me with a disgusted look since I was left in only a pair of sweats and black sports bra.

I gave him a calm stare before abruptly raising my tattooed fist as if ready to hit him in his little navy cardigan and tie, making him flinch back with a small squeak, quickly trying to hide behind the large book for protection even if he was a lot taller than me.

This caused a satisfied smirk to make its way to my face at the sight of his hunched six foot figure cowering from my five foot five self.

"Two for flinching." I declared in triumph, giving him two quick punches to his bicep as he scowled, throwing a dirty glare my way and rubbing his hit arm as I grabbed my shirt off one of the furnitures.

I caught Harry's eyes drift to the tattoo low on my pelvis before slowly traveling up to my stomach, lingering on my chest, then up to lock gazes with me, causing him to blink in surprise that I caught him staring.

"Can I help you?" I asked in a confused tone, giving him a look as I held my shirt.

"Yes actually." He bitterly retorted, slamming the large book shut with one palm and placing it down before striding over to me with a hard expression, yanking the item of clothing from my hands with an attitude before dunking the shirt over my body to cover myself up.

I screwed my eyes shut, my head popping out of the hole of the top and leaving my hair in a mess of fly sways while Harry didn't even bother to put my arms through the other holes, just leaving me stuck in my shirt like a straight jacket.

"There." He grinned in approval, our eyes lingering on one another's for a few moments, my gaze laced with confusion and his with distaste before we both looked away.

"Oh my god it hurts! Ahhh! It hurts so bad! This is terrible, this is the worst feeling I've ever felt I can't take it anymore! I can't take it-"

"Polly you're done." Ethan informed.

"-Oh my gosh it's so pretty." Polly's composure snapped back into place, her voice now back to its usual soft, coo as she admired her tattooed wrist with a wide smile like nothing ever happened.

"Ron, Harry, look." She breathed out, raising her wrist and showing her infinity tattoo with a sense of pride.

"Sweet." I nodded.

"Great." Harry added unenthusiastically.

Polly looked at us in disappointment before Harry and I both glanced at Ethan behind her who sent us threatening glares, crossing his bulging, muscular arms across his hard chest before pointing at his eyes then at ours.

"Oh my god Polly that tattoo's perfect. Love it, ten outta ten." Harry erupted in applause, clapping his hands as I quickly followed suit.

"Looks really good, couldn't have picked a better one." I joined, causing Polly's face to brighten as she squealed with joy in her seat, Harry and I exchanging quick looks, forcing broad smiles before Ethan grinned in satisfaction.

"I don't get it Ron, your tattoo was a lot bigger than mine but you fell asleep while getting it like it was nothing. Aren't you maybe just the least bit scared of needles?" She wondered in an innocent tone.

I stuck my arms out through the holes in my shirt before glancing at the many tattoos on my body.

"Um..."

"Ron isn't afraid of anything." Ethan snorted, making me smirk at him with a nod.

"Everyone's afraid of something." Harry suddenly spoke up from the side, giving me an unconvinced look.

"Well if she does, she sure never told me or showed it. If I had a dollar for all the times I tried to scare Ron and failed I'd be wearing Harry's khaki shorts by now." Ethan chuckled, causing Polly and I to join as Harry faked an overdramatic laugh that overpowered all of ours while he flipped us all off.

"You know, now that I think about it Harry's kind of the same. He never tells me what's he's afraid of." Polly said, giving him a pointed stare as we all turned our heads to him.

"Not afraid of anything." Harry simply shrugged in response.

"Thought you said everyone was afraid of something." I mentioned, making him flicker his green eyes over at me before he smirked.

"Well I'm not everyone sweetheart." He arrogantly grinned as I had to look away to stop from choking him with his own, Ralph Lauren cardigan.

"Judging by the way you thought there was an actual valet at a local pub, you really aren't." I sighed in thought before I heard Harry push himself off the table he was leaning on, nearing me.

"You've got something to say to me Ron-"

"Hey, hey, settle down." Ethan cautioned when Harry and I were only a few inches away, getting up to go in between us, even going to the point of grabbing the back of our shirts to separate us while Harry attempted to reach out and tug my hair with an irritated expression as I stuck my tongue out at him with a straight face.

"You guys can bring dates if you want tomorrow for my birthday. It'll just be the four of us so bring an additional person if you two really can't stand each other." Polly advised, bringing up the event she had planned as Harry sent her a stunned look.

"What do you mean it's only going to be us four? What about our usual horse back riding and yacht party we do for your birthdays with Brock, Chandler, Rebecca, fucking Bridget you know I'm trying to hook up with her." Harry protested, shoving Ethan's hands away from his shirt, trying to straighten and smoothen out his attire with an irritated expression.

"I'm tired of doing that every year and being with those people. I want to be with Ethan, and you, and Ron and we can still go on the yacht." Polly reasoned enthusiastically as Harry gave her a disgruntled looks

"What do you guys think about going on a yacht tomorrow." She asked, looking between Ethan and I.

She really meant to direct the question at me since it was obvious Ethan would be going.

"Can I do it after my toilet paper shopping?"

Polly blinked with a baffled expression at my answer, tilting her head to the side in confusion as Harry brought his incredulous gaze to me.

"You're saying you'd rather shop for toilet paper than go in a yacht." He scoffed with a judgmental tone.

"There's a sale on the two ply." I reasoned.

"I have a bunch of toilet paper in my yacht," Polly attempted to temp me.

"Don't tell her that, she's a little thief. All your toilet paper will be gone by the time we get back to land." Harry hissed, trying to maneuver his way between Polly and I.

I leaned to the side from behind Harry's tall frame so she could still see me.

"That's actually very true." I agreed with a raise of my pointer finger.

Harry widened his eyes, gesturing to me with a point of his thumb behind his shoulder in a "you see" manner.

"I don't mind, you can have all the three ply toilet paper I have in my yacht." Polly shrugged with a shake of her head.

I shoved Harry aside with a slackened jaw.

"Three ply." I breathed out as Ethan let out a small "whoop, here we go" from the back, placing his hands behind his head and blowing out a breath.

Fancy quilted toilet paper.

Polly proceeded to bribe me with free toilet paper until I was on board -not like I was going to miss her birthday either way.

Her and Harry were planning everything out as Ethan and I watched them speak in a totally different language.

"Obviously we're going to need vintage Chateau Lafita Rothschild red wine to sip." Polly explained.

"Are you insane? What we need is the 1990 Moët Chandon Dom Perignon wine." Harry scoffed.

Ethan and I glanced over at each other with bored expressions.

"You bringing that chef to the yacht as your date tomorrow?" Ethan knowingly smiled.

"Sure, why not. It could be like a thank you for him saving my job-"

"Blowjobs on yachts are the best type of thank you's." He cut in with a smug look as I scrunched my face.

About to open my mouth to retaliate, something -or rather someone at the window looming outside the tattoo shop we were in caught my eye.

The pale form met my gaze, quickly straightening and attempting to leave before I gave Ethan a quick "be right back," leaving him confused as I fast walked to the front of the shop, opening the door to the outside.

"What do you think you're doing here Harper." I questioned, watching the thin girl with the turquoise pixie cut hair and septum pause, slowly turning as if caught red handed.

She simply smirked.

"You know why I'm here." She said in a venomous tone.

"You and Ethan aren't together anymore. He's with Polly now, you need to move on-"

"Tell me you don't think there's nothing wrong with Ethan and Polly being together then." She snapped, eyes wide as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"We both know that they aren't met for each other. She doesn't belong with us and he doesn't belong with them."

"Please stop trying to always drag me into whatever problems you're creating." I requested in a bothered tone.

"When those two first met, everyone in the neighborhood knew you were against it! What happened Ron! I know you're not one to be bribed and bought." Harper seethed.

"Well, they really like each other, so I don't really care." I shrugged.

"I can see that, yeah." She snapped with a patronizing nod of her head.

"Just know that if Ethan won't get rid of that Barbie doll, I-"

"You will I know I know. Can you just leave now." I sighed, already having heard her empty threats over and over again.

"Oh you have no idea what I'm capable of this time." Harper promised in a low, every voice, brown eyes crazed and lips upturned in a sickening grin.

"You have problems..." I trailed off, giving her a concerned once over.

"We all do, including Ethan's precious little Polly of course. I really do hope she thoroughly enjoys her yacht ride tomorrow." There was a threat behind her fake words as I stiffened, eyeing her with a calm look.

"Leave." I told her.

"Yeah leave." Another voice suddenly joined in, making me jerk in surprise when Harry was right by my side at the door, green eyes trained on Harper.

He slowly leaned closer to me.

"Why are we making her leave again?" He whispered.

Harper looked just as surprised at the new party, staring at Harry before flickering her gaze between me and him until realization dawned upon her face.

"Oh I get it, you're okay with everything because now you have your own Barbie doll to play with..." She trailed off with a disgust, a sly grin appearing over her thin lips as Harry scrunched his brows.

"Excuse you-" He began in an offended tone before I slung my arm over his broad shoulder.

"Yup, he's mine and only I get to play with him." I sighed, playfully patting Harry's cheek before cupping his lost face in my hand, squeezing his cheeks together making his lips purse as he stared at me in horror while Harper gaped at me in disbelief.

"What the fuck-" Harry muttered between pursed lips.

"I've gone over to the white side. I only drink boxed water, salt is too spicy for me, and I have a little chihuahua named Artemis now so don't try bothering me about your problems anymore." I told her with a straight face.

Harry and Harper blinked at me, frozen in place as a moment of silence passed.

"Kay bye." I said, backing both Harry and I into the shop before slamming the door in her pale face.

I released Harry's sharp jaw like nothing ever happened as he massaged his face in irritation, glaring at me.

"I can't believe you insulted my culture right in front of me."

                I've never had three ply toilet paper before.

I've never had three ply toilet paper on a yacht before.

I hugged the rolls of toilet paper in my arms, protecting it as if someone would take my treasure away from me while I Ethan and Polly laugh, swimming and splashing one another below in the water as Harry and his date Bridget laid on the deck in stretched chairs, her giggling trying to hide her face while he maneuvered himself on top of her to get a kiss.

"I see you're not one for socializing either." Alan said, sitting besides me in the shade of the yacht while the other couples were enjoying the sun.

"I'm okay with it." I truthfully responded, studying the surroundings.

Harper's words wouldn't leave my head and I had taken the responsibility to make sure no one got hurt during this trip.

"You know, I was pretty surprised when you asked me if I wanted to go on a yacht with you. For a dishwasher you sure got a lot of surprises up your sleeves." Alan explained as we stared at the blue sky that touched the  horizon of the sea ahead of us.

"It's Polly's yacht." I reminded him, squishing the toilet paper roll in my hand.

"I see that asshole you threw wine at is here as well. So you guys know each other then." He observed as we glanced at Harry who was playing with Bridget's ankles, holding them and bringing her legs up as they laughed.

"Um... he's here yes. He's Polly's best friend." I answered, wondering what kind of origami him and Bridget were doing with their bodies.

"Just like you're Ethan's friend huh?"

"Yeah, so we just see each other whenever our friends hang out."

"Cool." He said.

It was quiet after a few moments, just the sound of laughter surrounding our stoic expressions as he shifted slightly while we sat on the bench.

"I feel really out of place to be honest." Alan suddenly admitted.

"You get used to it." I said, handing him a roll of toilet paper as comfort while Polly and Ethan climbed back into the yacht, leaving trails of water over the deck.

"Thanks." Alan grinned, taking the toilet paper and tossing it in between his large hands as Polly gestured for me to come over where her and Ethan were near the railing of the yacht.

"Come on Ron, we just have to take a picture!" Polly insisted, smoothing her wet, dirty blonde hair back as Bridget chimed in an excited "yeah" from the side, already grabbing her phone.

"Oh my god yes, we need selfies stat!" Bridget squealed, leaving Harry and going over to Polly as they both squealed in their little bikinis while I scratched my side beneath the oversized camp t-shirt I was wearing.

"Praying for you." Alan sympathetically patted my shoulder as I slowly exhaled.

"Watch my toilet paper." I told him, leaving the rolls on the bench besides him.

"Will do."

"Don't take any."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He laughed, watching me as I smirked and walked over to the girls who were already posing and taking a selfie near the railing.

"Nice bathing suit." Harry commented, making me look at my big shirt before I stared at his attire.

"Nice pants, where's the rest." I countered, targeting his salmon colored shorts that stopped right above his knees, matching with his light pastel pink, brand name buttoned shirt.

"I didn't come here to swim, I came here for Polly's birthday and Bridget's tits in that bikini. No way in hell am I getting one drop of liquid on this outfit." He haughtily explained as I slowly clapped my hands in a patronizing applaud, making him roll his eyes.

"Ethan take the picture already I don't know how long I can suck it in." Polly heaved through a pained smile, trying to pose back straight, butt out with Bridget who was doing the same as I squeezed myself with them at the side, smiling as Ethan raised Polly's phone to take a pic, only for me to blink.

"Wait." I spoke up, hearing both Polly and Bridget release heavy exhales, panting and letting their little tummies stick out before Bridget snapped her head to me.

"What is it now." She whined before I shushed her, placing a pointer finger over my lips as we all quieted down, hearing what sounding like crinkling and popping from underneath the floorboards of the deck.

My eyes widened in realization.

The fireworks hidden beneath the floor exploded, crackling and snapping loud enough for ear drums to be shattered as everyone jumped in alarm, Polly and Bridget non-stop screaming and hopping, clamping their hands over their ears like everyone else.

Through the haze of chaos and smoke from the continuous fireworks I could feel the vibrations right beneath where me and the girls were standing, causing me to quickly push them out of the way right as the firework exploded, slightly scalding my feet making me jump and curse.

And that was when my back hit the railing, gravity pulling me down and making me fall off the yacht straight into the ocean.

I'm a fairly good swimmer, when I'm prepared of course.

But I wasn't prepared, and right at that moment my body decided to go in a panic attack mode as waves and waves of water smashed into my face while I struggled, hearing the screams of Polly, Ethan, and Alan calling my name over the dying fireworks.

I was drifting away from them, from the yacht as the sea pulled me in while I choked on the water that was quickly filling my lungs.

Surfacing one more time in a desperate attempt for air I noticed Ethan take off his flip flops and Alan remove his shirt on the yacht, the both ready to jump in to save me before another passed them by, diving head first into the ocean with salmon colored shorts and buttoned shirt still on.

The water burned my eyes and my hand went up as if to grasp something, anything, before I was enveloped in the sea, my vision going black and frantic calls of my name fading in the distance while my body began to go limp.

The last thing I felt were a pair of strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me up.